Western Fantasy: I'm a Mage, but My Punches Hit Hard

Lorne was just an ordinary player. After staying up all night and grinding for eighteen hours to unlock the Easter egg trait “Zero-Intelligence Mage” in a game, he had barely clicked Start when he transmigrated into the game itself. Even worse, he really had become that zero-intelligence mage apprentice. Change class? It would cost him five points of base Intelligence. So he was stuck on the path of a mage, with freakish strength but unable to cast even the lowest-level spell.

And so, a strange mage appeared on the continent of Oran. He couldn’t cast magic, but his strength talent was maxed out. While others meditated, he slept; while others chanted spells, he swung his staff. He slammed someone into the ground and called it “Earthen Prison.” He smashed his staff against the ground until sparks flew and called it “Flame Storm.” When he shattered someone else’s spell with a single blow, he called it “Dispel Magic.”

“You call that magic?”

“Why do you care what I call it? Doesn’t it work about the same?”